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"Do you think he'll remember me?" I questioned softly as we stared up at the sandy building in front of us. There wasn't much to see, but I couldn't help thinking it was cool that John owed the place. "I mean…you look the same obviously," I giggled. "But do I?"

Logan shook his head and sighed. "Honestly, when I first started looking for you…I was picturing that little girl we picked up in Russia. I barely recognized you myself." I nodded. Maybe I would hang back a little, see what John made of me. I followed Logan as he led the way into the dimly lit lobby. The main desk sat unmanned so we peeked through the window partitioning the lobby from the actual gym.

There he was. I gasped when I saw he looked exactly the same. More interestingly, he was wearing the cowboy hat I stole from one of the buildings we raided while I was still pretty young. I gave him the hat and told him it was a present for being nice to me. I couldn't believe he still had it…

Logan pushed open the door and held back from John. Neither of us were particularly excited to disturb him in his self made life here. Finally, John seemed to sense our eyes and turned, staring only at Logan. We stood there in silence for a few moments before John turned to a man next to him and whispered something. He then turned back to us, nodded for us to follow him. When we all reached his office, he offered Logan a huge smile. I suddenly felt guilty as I remembered how I greeted Logan.

"Well God damnit…James Logan," John greeted, pulling him into a man hug. "I don't believe it."

"Good to see you to John, you're looking good," Logan replied gesturing around the office. "Sorry to drop in unannounced, but-"

"Hey I'm surprised you didn't come sooner, we've been hearing things," John explained, eyeing me warily. Logan was right, he didn't recognize me. I concealed the sadness in my eyes, looking at my cowboy boot covered feet.

Logan noted the discomfort and John's apprehension to talk in front of "a stranger" and let out a deep laugh. Stepping away from our old teammate, Logan grabbed my small hand in his own and pulled me forward. I gave a small smile while John only looked on in confusion. "I never picked you for the type to ignore an old friend, John."

"You should talk, you gonna introduce me to your pretty friend?" he asked taking my hand and giving a little bow. I giggled at the whole situation in front of me.

"Hello John. It's me…" I felt his hand tighten as his eyes searched my own.

Suddenly it all clicked. "God, Nadia? I don't believe it…"

"Bingo," I replied moving forward to kiss his cheek. "I guess I really have changed," I smiled. John was looking me up and down and he whistled.

"Last time I saw you, you were just a little kid, you look amazing!" he laughed pulling me into a fierce hug. I felt myself melt into his chest as I took in the familiar scent of smoke, beer, and the same shampoo he had used back when I was a little girl.

"Yeah and last time I saw you," I responded, "you had a really big gun." He laughed at my lame joke just as he always had and he hugged me again. "It's really good to see you John." It was amazing how much I missed him and hadn't even realized it.

"I have to say little girl, I'm surprised this one got you roped into this mess again. "What's up with that man?" I hardly believed it, but John actually looked angry at Logan, but the look seemed to dissipate as soon as it came.

Logan was quick to defend himself while I shook my head at John's accusations. "Hey man, I only went to her for information…she pretty much threw me in her car when I went to leave her house-"

I chuckled as John held up a hand to cut off our friend. "You have a house? Damn Nadia…you've done all right I guess, how did that happen?" Before I even had a chance to respond, Logan started spilling the story of how he found me and how I've been living for the past couple years. I thought John was ready to piss himself at the thought of me being a nanny.

"You keep them in line with a good old round house kick to the head?" he laughed. I merely shook my head again and moved to sit on the couch in front of John's desk. I felt myself close my eyes as the two continued talking and catching up. I tried to ignore Logan as he once more told his story about Stryker and his late girlfriend. It wasn't until a good twenty minutes later when Logan whispered to John that I still suck my thumb in my sleep that I contributed to the conversation at all with a good flip of one particular finger. I opened my eyes as they roared in laughter.

"Oh come on Nadia, it's cute," Logan chuckled. "Probably even cuter now that you're all grown up. You're still just the same little snot we picked up in Russia." I rolled my eyes as the two older men clanked beers at my expense. Men…honestly.

"Look, I don't mean to rush," I started, "but we are here for a reason, remember?" Both men immediately nodded and set their beers on the nearby desk. "Seriously, I doubt Freddy will be as pleased to see us as you John," I added. John nodded.

"Yeah he really doesn't like you much Logan. But Nadia is right, if anyone knows anything, it will be Dukes. But listen…he's come down with a bit of an eating disorder, so don't stare and uhh…don't make any comments about his weight. I have to work with this guy." I giggled, actually excited to see just how bad Fred had become. And believe me, I wasn't leaving that gym without getting at least two cracks in. It was the least I could do for all the bullshit he had put me through when I was a kid.

Logan and I followed John downstairs and got to the ring just in time to watch Fred punch a guy into the far wall. "Holy shit!" Logan muttered, both eyes on the incredible mass of flesh in front of us. "What the Hell have you been feeding him?" I must say all joy I had expected to feel at the sight of the once super strong man was gone. This was just gross.

His shirt didn't even cover all the rolls in his stomach and his neck was fatter than his own head. I stifled the urge to vomit as the sweat ran down his body while he turned to face us. I saw the anger form on his face just after noticing Logan. He obviously failed to recognize me too. "Remember guys, stay cool," John murmured. We both nodded, but before I could even stop myself I was shouting at the man before.

"Jesus you got fat!" I watched as his mega large slushee fell from his hands and John slapped a hand to his face. I heard Logan release a snort, while he turned to hide his face. I remained still as Fred took one thunderous step toward me, glaring all the while.

"Come here and say that to me, you little bitch," he ordered, cracking his neck. I snorted and rolled my eyes.

"You trying to intimidate me, Big Guy? You're going to have to do a lot worse than that." He growled while John went to step between the two of us. I pushed him out of the way as I moved closer to one of the people who used to give me nightmares. "I'm not the scared little girl you used to slap around, Freddy." I don't know when I decided I was going to get my revenge on Fred, but I knew I was shocked at my boldness. I think the others were too.

I watched as everything started clicking into place for Fred Dukes. Slowly a leer grew on his monstrosity of a face. "Damn Nad-ye-zhda," he began, saying my name slowly. "You turned into a decent piece of ass. Maybe we should have picked you up a few years later…or at least made sure to keep you around a little longer." I rolled my eyes at his meaning. I felt Logan stiffen beside me. Obviously someone was just as protective as ever.

"Seriously, I know I would have appreciated you a whole lot more…you up for it?" That is when it happened. Logan was in the ring actually trying to punch out the unmovable blob of a man.

'Logan stop-" I cried, running toward my friend. While gross and perverse, I wasn't all that bothered by Fred's remarks. After all, I was a decent looking girl who had a life, while he was some morbidly obese asshole who probably couldn't get laid by a prostitute. I didn't want him to sit on my old friend and crush him before we got the chance for revenge.

John, however, had different ideas. "Let them be, little girl…maybe Fred will finally be able to release all that pent up aggression…Move around some Dukes, let him have it!" he shouted, turning his attention toward the ill-fated boxing match. I groaned as Fred stiff armed Logan and sent him sprawling toward our corner.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd swear you were enjoying this," he muttered to John who only chuckled. Logan stood up and shook his head, trying to clear it a little before rejoining the fray.

"Don't be such a girl Logan," I told him with a laugh. "You going to let some fat douche bag do this to you?" I asked raising an eyebrow. It was amazing how badly I wanted to see Logan take Fred down. Logan sighed and turned back toward Fred who in some miracle was actually hopping back and forth…sort of…as much as he could being his size. Logan stepped toward him and started talking.

"Now listen here Bub, I just-" Suddenly it was as if time came to a stop.

"Did you just call me blob?" Fred asked softly, his face turning red.

"Uh oh," John muttered shaking his head. I was confused, no such word had been said, except for in my mind. Without any warning, Fred's fist went flying and collided with Logan's chest. I cringed, turning into John's chest as Logan came flying back toward us.

As he struggled to stand, John bent low and asked him why he would call Fred blob. "I didn't call him blob, I said bub." He tried to catch his breath and when he finally did so, he stood up angrily. "This ends now," he stated. With that, he ran forward jumped higher than I thought possible for someone made of metal and clonked the man I would forever know as Blob right on the top of the head.